So it turns out I'm the demon!

Yuan Aqing was startled and looked up.

Just a few feet away, a young girl dressed in a gorgeous purple dress stood.

The girl in the purple dress was about the same age as her, with delicate features and an air of nobility between her brows, and she was looking at her coldly.

Behind the girl in the purple dress was a young man of the same age, dressed in brocade robes.

The boy looked at Yuan Aqing, who was holding a rabbit, with great interest.

Yuan Aqing snapped out of her daze, quickly and gently placed the little rabbit on the ground, stood up, and lowered her head somewhat awkwardly, her voice soft and apologetic: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was yours. I saw it run over by itself, so I hugged it, without hurting it."

The little rabbit on the ground hopped and skipped to the feet of the girl in the purple dress, affectionately rubbing against her brocade boots.

The girl in the purple dress stared at Yuan Aqing's pretty face, then suddenly smiled:

"It's okay, hug me more if you like."

She bent down to pick up the rabbit, walked up to Yuan Aqing, and said softly with a smile.

"I bought this from Southeast Asia. It's very affectionate, and many people like it. If you like it, I can give it to you; I have two more anyway." "No, no need..."

Yuan Aqing quickly waved her hand.

The girl in the purple dress smiled and said, "I value first impressions a lot. You look beautiful and kind-hearted, so you'll definitely be able to take good care of it." As she spoke, she forcefully stuffed the rabbit into Yuan Aqing's arms.

Yuan Aqing was flattered and was about to thank him when the rabbit in her arms suddenly turned into a poisonous snake and bit her face!

Swish!

The Other Shore Sword transformed into a streak of light and slashed away the poisonous snake.

Yuan Aqing hurriedly stepped back, and when she looked up again, the girl in the purple dress was still standing where she had started, a look of surprise on her face. The little rabbit from before was at her feet.

A severed venomous snake was writhing on the ground before slowly turning into a pool of blood.

Illusion...

Yuan Aqing was secretly alarmed.

"You're quite something, little sister. I didn't realize your swordsmanship was so superb."

The girl in the purple dress sneered.

Yuan Aqing gripped her longsword, staring coldly at her: "Why did you ambush me?"

The girl in the purple dress lightly ran her fingers through her hair, a small emerald green snake slithering across her fair wrist, her voice cold:

"Didn't your parents teach you manners when you were born? You can't touch other people's things without their permission!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stomped hard on the little white rabbit at her feet!

The cute little white rabbit that was just hopping around was crushed into a pulp by that one stomp.

Yuan Aqing was stunned.

The girl in the purple dress disgustedly rubbed the bloody flesh from the sole of her boot on the stone slab and said coldly:

"Anything touched by peasants shouldn't live. Even if you wash it clean, something dirty is still an eyesore!"

"Fu Sheng, snatch her sword and chop off her hand!"

The girl in the purple dress said coldly.

For a sword cultivator, forcibly taking away their sword and severing their hand is tantamount to stripping them of their Dao foundation.

The young man in brocade robes named Fu Sheng suddenly sprang up and pounced towards Yuan Aqing.

In mid-air, the clothes on both sides of his back tore apart, and as the flesh rolled over, four more black arms grew out, each arm nearly twice the length of an ordinary person's arm span.

Including his original two arms, he now has six arms dancing in mid-air, resembling a humanoid venomous spider.

Give me the sword!

Fu Sheng grabbed Yuan Aqing's right wrist, which was holding the sword, with his two arms, and hooked his arms around her elbows from the sides.

Taking the sword is the priority, but so is injuring people.

He never liked to leave his prey any room to maneuver.

But before his hand could touch the girl's sleeve, Yuan Aqing had already slid away to the side.

The girl lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body bending backward like a pear blossom swept by the wind. At the same time, she used the scabbard in her hand to push against the ground, using the force to spin and move two feet to the side, passing through.

Fu Sheng's fingernails brushed against the hem of her clothes, leaving only a wisp of fabric.

Yuan Aqing twisted her body and drew her sword.

The sword flashed, like a silver bottle suddenly shattering.

She disliked causing trouble; from Huzhou City to Fazhou City, she had always been that quiet little girl.

But that doesn't mean she won't draw her sword.

Fu Sheng licked his lips, pressed down with all six arms at the same time, and shot out again.

This time his attack was even more intense, with all six arms simultaneously strangling at Yuan Aqing, almost completely blocking all her escape routes.

With a flick of her wrist, Yuan Aqing channeled the stellar energy within her body along the spine of the sword to its tip.

A tiny, silvery-white spark exploded at the tip of the sword.

Then the sword blade shot out like a dragon, rapidly magnifying in Fu Sheng's pupils.

This girl's swordsmanship is so high?!

Fu Sheng hurriedly dodged, only to feel a cool sensation on his right shoulder, as if a blade of ice had lightly touched him.

The next instant, he saw one of his arms severed from his shoulder.

Fu Sheng let out a scream and staggered back several steps.

"What a piece of trash!"

The girl in the purple dress cursed under her breath.

She stared intently at Yuan Aqing, a purple light suddenly swirling in her eyes, like two abyssal vortexes that could suck away one's soul.

"Hello!"

The girl in the purple dress called out.

Just as Yuan Aqing was about to press her advantage, she subconsciously turned her head and met those purple eyes.

The girl suddenly felt a strong wave of dizziness.

The scene before my eyes began to distort...

Fu Sheng's figure swayed and stretched out of her sight, then pieced together again into a figure she knew all too well.

"master……"

Yuan Aqing stared blankly at "Jiang Mu," her fierce sword aura instantly crumbling, and she lowered her long sword.

At the same time, that lingering whisper resurfaced.

"Kill him...kill him..."

again and again.

It was like silver needles piercing the depths of her memory.

Those scattered and fragmented images began to flash before her eyes.

In the scene, blood flowed like rivers and corpses piled up like mountains.

She was holding a long sword and thrusting it toward the heart of a man in front of her!

"Hurry up and do it!"

Seeing that Yuan Aqing had been hit, the girl in the purple dress immediately shouted to the wailing Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng gritted his teeth, spread out his five remaining arms at the same time, and rushed towards Yuan Aqing despite the excruciating pain.

Yuan Aqing covered her ears, her face turning pale.

Just as Fu Sheng's sharp claws were about to touch her body...

"die!"

The girl suddenly looked up.

His once clear and gentle eyes were now icy cold, churning with murderous intent.

A sword cry!

Yuan Aqing thrust out with her sword.

This sword strike was not one of the moves she usually practiced.

It was just an instinctive move, like some kind of destiny that had been dormant for too long.

At the instant the sword light burst forth, Fu Sheng seemed to see a phantom white-clad figure appear behind Yuan Aqing in his vision.

The two overlapped perfectly.

That arrogant sword intent, which seemed to transcend all living beings, made it difficult for him to even breathe, leaving him breathless.

Fu Sheng was stunned.

Before he could react, the sword had already fallen from the afterimage.

The next moment, he felt a slight coolness throughout his body.

Under the horrified gaze of the girl in the purple dress, Fu Sheng disintegrated in mid-air, cut into hundreds and thousands of evenly sized pieces of flesh by the sword net, which scattered all over the ground with a clatter.

"vomit"

The girl in the purple dress was stunned, and her stomach churned.

Before she could react, Yuan Aqing had already drawn her sword and was closing in on her.

The girl in the purple dress frantically formed hand seals in front of her chest, and purple light surged around her, layer upon layer of illusions sweeping towards Yuan Aqing.

However, Yuan Aqing simply walked towards her with her sword in hand.

The illusions dissipated on their own upon hitting her, like a wisp of smoke hitting a wall, having no effect whatsoever.

Seeing the sword about to strike, the girl in the purple dress retreated in fright.

Just then, a large hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder from behind.

A dark-skinned middle-aged man appeared behind her like a ghost.

The middle-aged man frowned as he looked at Yuan Aqing, whose eyes were silvery-white and who exuded a murderous aura: "Such domineering sword intent."

He struck out with his palm.

"boom!"

The palm strike was like a wall of air, crashing into Yuan Aqing.

The girl flew backward like a falling leaf, her back slamming against the railing beside the artificial hill, and she slid to the ground with a muffled groan.

This fall also shattered the demons that had been shrouding the girl's heart.

The silver galaxy in Yuan Aqing's eyes quickly faded, returning to its clear state.

She looked at the blood-stained longsword in her hand, then at the pile of mangled flesh on the ground not far away, and was momentarily at a loss.

"Uncle Chen!"

The girl in the purple dress seemed to snap out of a daze, clutching at a straw as if grasping at a lifeline, hiding behind the middle-aged man, pointing at Yuan Aqing in fear, and saying...

"Uncle Chen, this little bitch killed Fu Sheng! Seize her!"

The man did not make a move.

He knew his young master's personality all too well.

It's obvious even to a fool that this is most likely another dispute started by the young mistress.

But seeing the pieces of Fu Sheng scattered on the ground, the man couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

He stared coldly at Yuan Aqing and said in a deep voice:

"This young girl is so beautiful and has such a lovely appearance, yet she's so vicious and cruel. Does she really think there's no law in this world?" "I..."

Yuan Aqing's head was still a little dizzy, and she felt a dull ache in her head.

Just then, several demon slayers who had heard the commotion rushed in from under the corridor.

They were stunned as soon as they stepped into the courtyard.

One of the leading demon slayers recognized the dark-faced man and quickly stepped forward, bowing respectfully: "Eunuch Chen, what are you doing here? What happened?"

Eunuch Chen's face was gloomy as he stared at Yuan Aqing and said coldly:

"Where did this little girl come from?"

The demon slayer followed his gaze and his face immediately changed color.

He leaned close to Eunuch Chen and whispered, "Eunuch Chen, that young lady is Lord Jiang Mu's maid."

"Which Lord Jiang?"

Eunuch Chen didn't react for a moment.

The Demon Slayer said, "Jiang Mu, Lord Jiang."

Jiang Mu?

Upon hearing this name, Eunuch Chen's heart skipped a beat, and his gloomy and arrogant black face turned somewhat ugly.

Jiang Mu's name is now widely known throughout the court and the public.

After all, he was a favorite of the Demon Slayer Bureau, and none of the high-ranking officials in the court wanted to offend him.

I never expected to run into you here today.

Eunuch Chen gritted his teeth inwardly.

Fortunately, the other party was just a maid, so it didn't lead to a serious feud.

Just in case, Eunuch Chen turned to the girl in the purple dress and whispered, "My lady, today's matter is a bit tricky. The other party is quite powerful. We should leave here first and discuss this further."

"Leave? Why leave here!"

The girl in the purple dress immediately flew into a rage upon hearing this, shrieking, "This little bitch killed Fu Sheng, and you're just going to let her go like that?"

"My lord!"

Chen Rang's tone became more forceful, and a rare glint of fierceness appeared in his eyes.

The girl in the purple dress was stunned by his gaze. Her lips moved slightly, but she ultimately didn't dare to say anything more.

"master!"

Just as the girl in the purple dress was feeling resentful, Yuan Aqing's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up. She looked in the direction behind the two of them and called out crisply. Eunuch Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to look.

A tall, handsome young man stood indifferently not far away, exuding a powerful aura.

Jiang Mu's gaze swept over the corpses on the ground, finally settling on the sword in Yuan Aqing's hand, its tip still dripping blood.

"What happened?"

Jiang Mu spoke softly.

Eunuch Chen suddenly felt immense pressure, and cold sweat slid down his face.

He steeled himself, stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a deep voice:

"I have long admired Lord Jiang's reputation. My name is Chen Rang, and I am a eunuch serving under Lord Jiang in the Directorate of Ceremonial.

Today, my young master had a quarrel with the master's maid. In a moment of impulse, the maid killed my young master's friend. This matter…”

Is it the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs again?

Jiang Mu narrowed her eyes, a chilling glint flashing in them.

The last time, the garrison commander outside Yuancheng named Chen Xuan was the adopted son of that eunuch Yu from the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs. He was later killed by Duanmu Li with a single blow. He had never had the slightest liking for that damned eunuch.

Unexpectedly, these eunuchs have provoked him again today.

However, the way the other party addressed her as "my mistress" puzzled Jiang Mu.

He did not recall that the current emperor of Daqing had any daughters or sisters.

Could it be a princess?

No matter what kind of princess or noblewoman she is, if she bullies my Ah Qing, even the Heavenly King himself will be in for a world of hurt!

"Whoosh!"

Jiang Mu's figure blurred and appeared beside Yuan Aqing.

He gently wiped away a splatter of blood from the girl's cheek, his voice soft: "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"master……"

Yuan Aqing shook her head, like a child who had done something wrong, and honestly recounted the whole story. At the end, she lowered her head apologetically and said:

"I'm so sorry, sir, Ah Qing has caused you trouble again..."

Hearing that the mangled corpse on the ground was indeed killed by Ah Qing herself, Jiang Mu's eyes flashed with surprise.

After all, although this girl was ruthless when slaying demons, she was always very simple-minded when facing human cultivators, and was far less decisive and ruthless than Duanmu Li.

"Could it be that the sword cultivator's opportunity fell into A-Qing's hands, interfering with her mind?"

Jiang Mu was filled with doubt and unease.

But at this moment, he was too lazy to think about it.

Regardless of how Ah Qing killed the person, since the other party struck first, she deserved to die.

Jiang Mu shielded Yuan Aqing behind him, glanced coldly at the girl in the purple dress, and asked indifferently:

"Is this girl a member of the royal family?"

Eunuch Chen did not answer, his face darkening as he said:

"Lord Jiang, although today's events stemmed from a misunderstanding, you have seen the corpse yourself. The methods your maid used to kill were far too vicious."

"Vicious?"

The girl in the purple dress couldn't help but raise her chin and continue the conversation:

"So you're Jiang Mu? Hmph, I heard you were arrogant and conceited when I was in the capital, but I didn't believe it. Now it seems the rumors are true."

No wonder even a lowly peasant maidservant dares to be so lawless and disrespectful.

"Whoosh!"

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Mu's figure vanished from the spot.

"not good!"

Eunuch Chen's expression changed drastically, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He instinctively reached out to grab the girl in the purple dress, trying to pull her away.

"Bang!"

But before his hand could even touch the girl's clothes, a powerful aura of menace swept over him.

Eunuch Chen was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and crashed into the artificial hill inside the courtyard wall.

Almost at the same time.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

The girl in the purple dress was slapped so hard that she spun twice in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The girl was stunned by the beating.

His mouth was full of blood, and he covered his face as he struggled to get up.

A large foot stepped on her face, pressing her back to the ground.

Jiang Mu looked down at her and said calmly:

"I have never heard of His Majesty having any daughters or sisters. I strongly suspect that you are demons in disguise, impersonating imperial relatives and palace eunuchs, attempting to overthrow the Great Qing Dynasty."

Sensing the murderous intent emanating from the man, the girl in the purple dress was filled with fear and shed tears.

Just as Jiang Mu was about to step down, the girl's body suddenly transformed into a purple python, opening its blood-red maw and coiling around Jiang Mu's leg. Jiang Mu's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively raised his leg.

But the next moment, a flash of clarity struck him, and he immediately realized what was happening.

"No, it's an illusion!"

Without hesitation, he stomped down.

But he missed a step.

Jiang Mu suddenly looked up and followed the direction of the qi she sensed.

On the rooftop, a beautiful woman with a captivating figure stood gracefully.

She was carrying a girl in a purple dress.

The woman looked at Jiang Mu with seductive eyes and chuckled softly:

"Hehehe... Why must Lord Jiang be so petty with a young girl? If she were truly a member of the royal family, Lord Jiang's actions today would be tantamount to rebellion!"

Jiang Mu coldly sized up the woman who had suddenly appeared, frowning as she spoke:

"A snake demon?"